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Песня воистину философская. Написана Бобом в '63 году под вдохновлением от событий, произошедших 21 марта 1963 года на стадионе Доджерс. Дэйви владел титулом в полулегком весе 4 года и 3 дня к тому моменту. Он был нокаутирован на канаты в 10 раунде и потерпел техническое поражение, а кубинец Шугар Рамос завоевал таким образом титул. Мур пошел в раздевалку, где дал послематчевые интервью, в которых высказал желание взять реванш. После ухода репортеров Дэйв пожаловался на головные боли и потерял сознание. Его отвезли в больницу, где диагнозировали неоперабельные повреждения головного мозга. Мур так и не пришел в сознание и умер в результате повреждений 25 марта 1963 года.
В песне Боб гворит от лица каждого, кого так или иначе коснулся бой. И все говорят простые истины, говорят о том, что они просто делали свое дело и никоем образом не заставили Дэйва упасть на канаты. Может и бездушно, но черт возьми, они говорят правду, и не поймешь - кто виноват в смерти Дэйви Мура и виноват ли кто вообще?

Who killed Davey Moore,
Why an' what's the reason for?

"Not I," says the referee,
"Don't point your finger at me.
I could've stopped it in the eighth
An' maybe kept him from his fate,
But the crowd would've booed, I'm sure,
At not gettin' their money's worth.
It's too bad he had to go,
But there was a pressure on me too, you know.
It wasn't me that made him fall.
No, you can't blame me at all."

Who killed Davey Moore,
Why an' what's the reason for?

"Not us," says the angry crowd,
Whose screams filled the arena loud.
"It's too bad he died that night
But we just like to see a good 'ol fight.
We didn't mean for him t' meet his death,
We just meant to see some sweat,
There ain't nothing wrong in that.
It wasn't us that made him fall.
No, you can't blame us at all."

Who killed Davey Moore,
Why an' what's the reason for?

"Not me," says his manager,
Puffing on a big cigar.
"It's hard to say, it's hard to tell,
I always thought that he was well.
It's too bad for his wife an' kids he's dead,
But if he was sick, he should've said.
It wasn't me that made him fall.
No, you can't blame me at all."

Who killed Davey Moore,
Why an' what's the reason for?

"Not me," says the gambling man,
With his ticket stub still in his hand.
"It wasn't me that knocked him down,
My hands never touched him none.
I didn't commit no ugly sin,
Anyway, I put money on him to win.
It wasn't me that made him fall.
No, you can't blame me at all."

Who killed Davey Moore,
Why an' what's the reason for?

"Not me," says the boxing writer,
Pounding print on his old typewriter,
Sayin', "Boxing ain't to blame,
There's just as much danger in a football game."
Sayin', "Fist fighting is here to stay,
It's just the old American way.
It wasn't me that made him fall.
No, you can't blame me at all."

Who killed Davey Moore,
Why an' what's the reason for?

"Not me," says the man whose fists
Laid him low in a cloud of mist,
Who came here from Cuba's door
Where boxing ain't allowed no more.
"I hit him, I hit him, yes, it's true,
But that's what I am paid to do.
Don't say 'murder,' don't say 'kill.'
It was destiny, it was God's will."

Who killed Davey Moore,
Why an' what's the reason for?

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